Page 14 of Notorious

Johnny’s lips brush against my temple as he murmurs, “Yes.”

“It’s not just a porn name, is it?”

“It’s a porn name, but I’m really a cowboy,” he assures me.

“How did you get these calluses? Roping horses?”

“Not anymore. I lift weights.”

“Do you like horses?”

“I do,” Johnny says. “Very much.”

“Did you grow up on a farm?”

He stills. After a moment, he says, “Yes, till my mama couldn’t work there no more. She was the cook for a big ranch.”

He opens his mouth to maybe continue, but then he stops and doesn’t go on.

And I suppose he doesn’t have to. There’s no reason why he needs to tell me his life story.

I open my mouth to say this. That he doesn’t owe me anything, and that I’m sorry I pressed. That I can be pushy when I really want something.

That I really want him.

And somehow he leans down, and I reach up, and we’re kissing. A drunken, high, sloppy kiss. While the world’s fuzzy, this kiss is coming through loud and clear. My body’s lighting up like it’s one of those fireworks displays that goes off sequentially, the electricity sparking from where our lips meet down my spine and onward to my legs, my arms. I’m alive.

Our lips are magnetized, tongues reaching into each other’s mouths, teeth clacking.

I grunt and wrap my arms around his neck, and he pulls me closer, holding my ass securely as our lips press together harder and our tongues dance more. I’m trying to climb him. To wrap my arms and legs around him. To be one with him.

He smells so damn good.

He kisses like a dream.

He tastes like weed and liquor, yes, but also like some kind of arousal drug. I want him.

I’ve always wanted him. When I watched him on the screen, I wanted him.

But now, in the middle of Fremont Street, with people and lights and noise and smoke and smells everywhere, my world narrows down to the freckle at the corner of his eye. The slight rasp of his stubble against my skin. His subtle cologne. His hot tongue inside my mouth. His bittersweet taste.

I fucking love it.

And the way his biceps squeeze me to him. The way his hands knead my ass cheeks. The way he sounds as he groans into my mouth.

I have just enough self-control to understand that I’m in public and shouldn’t drop to my knees.

But I want to. I want to suck his cock. I want to see all of him.

He’s so dominating right now. I want him to dominate me.

I want to fuck him and mess around with him and keep kissing him.

I’ve always liked the man he is on-screen.

I like him even more in person.

“We should go find a room,” I murmur in his ear as he sucks on my neck. I’m getting so hard that if I were sober, I’d be embarrassed. But I’m not, so I’m not.

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